Chapter 171: The Confucianism School is Dead, Master

Nan Gongliu was clearly being pushed back by her and had to coax, "Well, of course I love you, but we need to plan this matter in the long run. "

"No," Qi Liangji said, his eyes actually got a little red, "I believed you back then, but you turned around and married Rong Yan.

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Seeing him hesitate, she was even more annoyed, and she said in a low voice: "Nan Gongliu, how long are you going to be so indolent that I can kill my husband with my own hands for your sake and mine?" And you dare not even nod your head?

"Ah."

The crowd was appalled at the sight of this.

Xue Zhengyong was also extremely surprised and whispered to Madame Wang, " The former head of Jiangdong Court was actually killed by her."

Jiangdong Court is now in a state of shock. Although the former head of the sect is dead, there are still many of his old subordinates in the sect, not to mention his two brothers, who immediately rush to fight Qi Liangji to the death.

"You killed Big Brother."

"You, how can you bear it? Although he is more than ten years older than you, he has treated you very well, you snake woman, give my brother back his life."

As the battles rage on one side, the fires continue to rage on the other, and a shattering tapestry of foul, unspeakable events is unfolded in an infinite light. These things are not only about the School of Confucianism, but are connected to almost all the schools of the Upper Fairy World, and to the countless great monks who have come to the School of Confucianism for this meeting.

After Jiangdong Court, the Temple of No Mercy, the Fire Phoenix Pavilion, Jade Lake Villa and even Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, which has always been a place of tranquillity, are all illuminated with the scandalous stories of senior disciples and elders. In addition to Nan Gongxu's own memories, the memories he has scoured over the years are laid bare for all to see.

It even records the collusion between Nan Gongliu and the former head of the Temple of No Mercy, Master Tianchan

"My father already thinks I am stupid, and if I lose to my brother again at the event, I am afraid I will not be able to take up the position of head of the mountain.

" Nangong, there is no need to panic, you have memorised all the spell scrolls that I gave you before"

"Memorize it."

Master Tian Chan twirled his whiskers and smiled, "Then tomorrow, you need not worry about winning or losing, just use all your strength to use the spells on the scrolls one by one, your brother, naturally, will not be your opponent."

Nan Gongliu wondered, "I'm not sure what to say, but I'd like to ask the master to explain."

"The spell scroll is a secret technique created by your brother Nan Gongxu, who has been practising it diligently and is determined to make a name for himself at the Lingshan Mountain Conference."

"Ah." Nan Gongliu was extremely surprised, "Since it was created by Shuodi, then I that how could I use his spells and defeat him"

Master Tianchan smiled slightly: " Nan Gongxu was a lonely man, and after he had developed this technique, he never wanted to communicate with others, and he hid himself in a cave to refine it day and night. Who would believe him when he says he created this technique?"

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"Not so with you, Master Nangong. With me and the four masters of Snow Walk Palace as guarantors, if we all say that we have seen you perform this technique, and you bite the bullet and say that you have studied this technique, your brother will not be able to escape the charge of stealing your brother's unique immortal technique, even if he is very eloquent."

Master Tianchan said in a taciturn manner.

"Once a name is dirty, it is a name that a thousand people will point to and never be rehabilitated. What is the use of winning the Assembly's warhorse"

"Nan Gongliu's eyes widened as if enlightened and he cupped his fist and said, "Thank you for your guidance, I will live up to my covenant with you after I succeed to the throne. No Mercy will be friends for a hundred years."

The long, rolling scroll that shone through the night ripped the sores of all those whom Xu Shuanglin hated, all those who had offended him, before the eyes of all. Both the monks and the people around the School of Confucianism were attracted by the flashing images of the fire, and saw all the fishy, ugly lice buried beneath their robes.

Xu Shuanglin had smiled when he cut the door of the ghost world and said.

"I will destroy the hearts of all of you."

It was only at this moment that the porridge crowd came to understand what his words really meant.

Nan Gongxu, in the name of the Shuanglin elders, had been hibernating in the Confucianism School for so many years that he wanted to do more than destroy the seventy-two cities of Confucianism and its century-old foundation.

He wants to destroy all those whom he does not like to see.

All those who have negatively affected him, slandered him, and driven him to desperate measures for public and private gain.

And his brother, Nan Gongliu, was only the first to have his head nodded to the ground in this field of vengeance. After that, one master, one elder

Whoever has done something to offend Xu Shuanglin will not escape the flaming Tongtian torture table.

Chu Wanning, in this long, fire-lit night, suddenly recalled the words of the blood-soaked young boy who had smilingly spoken in Luo Xianxian's memories.

Linyi There are men, twenty hearts are dead.

A young man of great skill and talent has been denied justice, schemed against, murdered and ostracised by his own family. The spells he had created with all his efforts were appropriated, and those who had appropriated his spells, in the end, accused him of being a thief.

How ridiculous is that?

Twenty hearts are dead.

On Jin Chengchi, between the Peach Blossom Yard, Xu Shuanglin manipulated Bai Zi, who had jokingly said that he was a ghost who had risen from hell to claim his life from the living.

Chu Wanning As far as I can see, the Upper Fairy World schools are all in a state of panic and chaos, not just the Confucianism School.

Xu Shuanglin spent the rest of his life as dry wood to light this fire of revenge.

He did it.

"Boom."

There was a sudden burst of light in the direction of Confucianism School's Seventh City, the Dark City, and a sudden burst of purple light that blinded the crowd.

Ye Wangxi's eyebrows immediately rose: "No!"

Nangong Si grabbed her, his unruly face haggard and almost broken in the short time it had taken him to get there. But he clutched Ye Wangxi's shoulder and said hoarsely, "Don't go there."

"The Confucianism School has been holding thousands of evil creatures for a hundred years, and if they all break the seal and come into the world," Ye Wangxi said without further ado, feeling a shudder.

Nangong Si said, "You go, what's the point"

"I"

"Ye Wangxi, you have done more than enough for the School of Confucianism." Nangong Si's eyes were vacant, his hand lifted for a moment as if to wipe the mud and dust from Ye Wangxi's cheek, but in the end he moved and did nothing.

"Stop draining your mind." He said, " The Jingu Tower needs the combined strength of the Sect Leader and the Ten Elders to be secure, and for you to go, is to send yourself to your death."

"I know it's a death sentence, but even if it's a death sentence," Ye Wangxi paused, looking pained, "even if it's a death sentence, I don't want to stand idly by. If the Jingu Tower breaks and the demons descend, the Confucianism School will be accused by a thousand people."

"Nangong Si smiled, the corners of his lips stained with dried blood, and his smile became more and more desolate.

"Don't be silly, the Confucianism School has come to an end, live well, okay, because I really" Nangong Si closed his eyes, eyelashes trembling, throat choking, "I really don't want anyone else to die for this school it's not worth it "

Amidst the raging fire, Ye Wangxi looked at Nangong Si in disbelief, and before she could say anything, she heard another rumbling sound of a pagoda crumbling in the direction of the Dark City, and turned her head to see thousands of bright white streams of light flying in all directions from the standing Jingu Tower, disappearing into the night.

Ye Wangxi's blood is gone: " Jingu Tower is going down"

"Bang."

The earth trembled, the ground beneath its feet began to break apart, and as the great demon that had been suppressed in the Confucianism Jingu Tower for hundreds of years returned to the world, it turned into a powerful blood-red glow. The lofty pagoda instantly crumbled into tens of thousands of broken bricks and tiles, and those who were too close to the pagoda were fiercely overturned by the wave of Qi transformed by the great demon and slapped into the burning fire, and were burnt to ashes before they could even scream.

"What's that?"

" Gun "

The man next to him sniffed negatively, clutching his sword to keep it from being lifted off by the sudden demonic wind, and cursed, "Get lost! What makes you think I should get lost?"

"What the hell? I said this is Gun, one of the ancient beasts. Legend has it that Nangong Changying, the first head of the Confucianism School, once subdued the beast Gun in the East Sea and built Jingu Tower to imprison it.

Although the beast had not yet recovered its vitality and had been under the pagoda for a long time, it still had lingering fears of the Taoist priest, so it did not stay long and fled to the East Sea, but the wave it raised was not to be underestimated.

Xue Zhengyong, who had been in the field for a long time, immediately shouted, "Run, run!"

The rest of the monks also fled, but there were also those who were fighting like fire, and you were fighting to the death, such as Qi Liangji and several elders of their own sects, who had no time to get out, nor did they even try to get out, and the moment they were engulfed by the robbery fire, what was still reflected in their eyes was the two sides shining The moment they were engulfed in the fire, the faces of both sides shone with deep hatred

On this, ashes to ashes.

Nangong Si leapt onto Nao Baijin and reached out to Ye Wangxi: "Come on up" and then turned back to Chu Wanning next to him: "You too, Master".

"It won't carry, you guys go first."

"But."

Mo Ran made an immediate decision and said to Nangong Si, "Quickly, I will take the master out with the sword."

Nangong Si cursed and grabbed Ye Wangxi from behind and disappeared into the night with her on her demon wolf.

The trees were falling, the orange grove was burning with an ear-splitting crackle, and the wind was filled with a citrusy sound.

Behind them, the centuries-old splendour of the School of Confucianism, like the ten thousand hectares of buildings and verandahs and the magnificence of the meadows, were destroyed overnight in a tidal wave of fire.